TOXIC LIPSTICK : PRISONER OF
HORMONES : CD (2005). After selling panadol to ravers to fund their first album `When
the Dove`s Cry` the girls are at it again this time unleashing
their difficult second album on legendary imprint dualpLOVER records.
Ultimately this new opus in pre-teenism shows that "Doves"
their first offering was merely spotting compared to the heavy
menstrual flow on the new album ‘Prisoner of hormones?.
REVIEWS:
"Toxic Lipstick are two chicks
from Brisbane, Australia. They sing about shit that matters: boys,
shafting acid, poon and slumber parties. The girls
deliver 26 minutes of pubescent rhymes over rave damaged synths
and trashcan-like drum machines. The songs are fast, noisy pieces
of 8-bit electro thrash filtered through a hot pink lens. Slut
Cunt Hairbrush opens the album into the girls hormone drenched
world of teencore. Riding high on the BPM?s is the penis frenzied
Put It In. Cuntry Lovin? is an electro hoedown paying homage to
incest. The longest song on the album at four minutes is Tracey?s
Slumba Party, which features such sing-song vocals as: ?I sneak
into her brother?s room, And try to seduce him with my hot young
poon, I jump on his bed and suck his cock, We have bangin? sex
and he cums in is sock.? Wow, classic! It?s obvious
that time in Japan?s noise/breakcore capital of Osaka has influenced
the girls on tracks like the squealing Love Neva Dies and the
closing Hormone Megamix. Listening
to Toxic Lipstick is like a frosted cake with sprinkles, you can
only take so much before you vomit. Fortunately for the girls,
that is just the kind of aesthetic that they make sound so kewl."
7/10 -- Michael Flora, Foxy
Digitalis.
"Peakers
and tweakers alike unite! Australia’s original ecky-jawed
badgirls are back with their second full-length, jammed to the
brim with foul ’n’ feisty skag-tech rapdowns and bangin’
carnivalesque delights. These teen idols are ill at ease spewing
giggly rushes of crass peer group pressure over BPM rapidfire
and mongoloid 8-bit brutality. They wrangle themes of incest and
cow birth on ‘Cuntry Lovin’’ and squeal on heat
for chaos and man-meat throughout ‘Put It In’, which
surges like Sigue Sigue Sputnik scoring Mortal Kombat porn. ‘Tracey’s
Slumba Party’ is included on this disc as well as on their
excellent debut – with overworked smartchord arrangements
and a sing-song vocal delivery, Toxic Lipstick are somehow able
to make ‘poopin’ seem like the most relevant word
in the English language. Forever young, these globe-trotting marvels
present the Australian youth experience through a hot pink lens,
aiming digital guns at a mile-long shitlist of disillusioned yet
totally hot sluzzas and bevans. Puberty is a battlefield."
- Adrian Trajstman, MESS+NOISE.
"Lock up your My Little Pony and any sharp objects left
lying around, because Toxic Lipstick are back. With little time
to spare in fact – Prisoner Of Hormones represents Synthia
J Popp and Cyndii Valentine’s second album in 12 months,
a time they’ve spent relocated in Japan’s noise /
breakcore capital Osaka before only recently returning to their
homebase in sunny Brisbane. The resultant time spent amongst such
contemporaries in Osaka as Ove Naxx (with whom the girls recently
undertook an Australian East coast tour) has clearly invigorated
their furious electro-thrash attack, with this second album presenting
12 new tracks over a furious total running length of just 26 minutes.
As for the lyrical subject matter, listeners to last year’s
debut offering When The Dove’s Cry will already have some
inkling of what to expect, with Prisoner Of Hormones picking up
the baton from that previous record with themes ranging from underage
lust, heroic drug use and menstruation to pony grooming. Curiously enough, Prisoner Of Hormones comes across as one of
Dual Plover’s most ‘accessible’ releases in
some time, a description likely to be more indicative of the confrontational
nature of that imprint’s release aesthetic than any intended
approachability on Toxic Lipstick’s part. Opening track
‘Slut C*nt Hairbrush’ crashes proceedings open with
a bang, the girl’s processed teencore yelps riding a stiffly
robotic electro-rockabilly backing of analogue synths and tinny-sounding
drum machine rhythms, before ‘Dear Diary…’ sees
fellow Brisbane noiseniks Anal Cookie bringing the noise on a
studio collaboration that places screwed-up hiphop beats beneath
Synthia’s trash-talk rapping (”Being a teen is really
tuff / especially when you’ve got an itchy muff / all I
wanna do is get fully laid / mum does too and she gets paid.”) From there, ‘Truth Dare’ unleashes a furious volley
of rapid-fire breakcore rhythms beneath swirling ‘Flight
Of The Bumblebee’-esque synths in a rave-damaged slice of
thrash that’s had too much red cordial, while ‘C*ntry
Lovin’ even manages a sly digression into inbred electro
hoedown territory (”I love you like my daughter / even though
you are my sister”). Like many of their fellow Dual Plover
brethren, Toxic are undoubtably a primarily visual prospect that’s
best experienced live in person, where you can “aah”
at their matching full-body Doremon pyjama suits and freak at
the drooled fake blood. Prisoner Of Hormones certainly represents
the perfect audio souvenir, and easily represents a stronger,
more diverse collection than its predecessor. In the mood for
gratuitous eighth grade toilet / sex humour over speedcore tempos?
Let’s hope these two sluzzas never graduate Year Nine…"
- Chris Downton, cyclicdefrost
